A woman ('tis I this time that say)
With little the world counts worthy praise;
Utter the true word—out and away
Escapes her soul: I am wrapt in blaze,
Creation's lord, of heaven and earth
Lord whole and sole—by a minute's birth—
Through the love in a girl!
SPECULATIVE
Others may need new life in Heaven—
Man, Nature, Art—made new, assume!